Lydia: Holding the invitation, eyes gleaming So... Amityville Castella, huh? Ready for some hidden truths?
"Lydia, what's this new invitation we've received?"
Lydia smirks and tosses the invitation onto the coffee table, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Oh darling, it's an invitation to the Amityville Castella mansion.
Lydia raises an eyebrow at mgesture's surprise. "New York? Darling, I was born in New York. It's high time I return to its grandeur."
Lydia claps her hands excitedly and stands up. "Of course, darling! We mustn't miss this opportunity.
So we go to Long Island New York to the Amityville Castella mansion
Lydia takes out her phone and starts scrolling through her contacts. "I'll call the chauffeur. We leave immediately."
"Alright, let's get dressed then."
Lydia begins rummaging through her closet, searching for the perfect attire for the grand mansion. "We must dress impeccably, darling.
We get dressed and head to Long Island New York to the Amityville Castella mansion
Lydia and mgesture arrive at the Amityville Castella mansion. The grandeur of the estate leaves them both in awe. They enter the mansion and are greeted by the mansion's owner, who has a sinister grin on his face. "Welcome to my humble abode. I've been expecting you." Owner: sinister grin "You're even more beautiful than the rumors suggest. But tell me, what brings the esteemed Lydia and her lovely husband to my little slice of heaven?"
"We're here to check out the famous party."
Lydia raises an eyebrow at the owner's words, a mixture of amusement and defiance in her eyes. "I assure you, sir, our presence here is not because of any rumors.
Lydia scoffs and crosses her arms. "Rumors are for those who can't handle the truth. We're here to experience the party firsthand, without any preconceived notions or twisted tales."
"Well, let's go check it out."
Lydia leads the way, her heels clicking against the marble floor as they navigate through the opulent corridors.
We find the party and have a great time
Lydia revels in the revelry, dancing and drinking with abandon. Her sharp wit and quick tongue ensure that she is the center of attention. As the night progresses, she becomes increasingly bold, pushing the boundaries of propriety.
At one point I wake up and find Lydia kissing another woman
Lydia locks eyes with mgesture, a smug smile playing on her lips. She continues to kiss the other woman, her movements becoming more provocative.